Spencer

To start everything off, I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day! Yes, it's commercialized and way over-hyped, but honestly, it can be sweet. I sent an e-card to someone yesterday and tried to find a balance of funny, sweet, and yes girly because I haven't seen this person in a while and I had fun picking it out. :)

Anyway, to the blog...

I've got to hand it to my dog Spencer. For the last two weeks, he's been a little trooper dealing with me being el sicko. For the first couple of days he was all jumpy "Oh yea! Mommy's home and we can play, and play, and then play some more!" Once he figured out that all I wanted to do was bury myself in the covers and sleep, he hasn't left my side. On occasion, he's pulled himself out from under the covers, put his head on my shoulder, and given me his one-eyed look of "What can I do to make you feel better?" I freakin' melt everytime!


I swear that having this little guy around makes me want to feel and get better. If anything, so I can get my happy butt outside for longer durations than having Spencer do his business in the backyard and then going back inside the house. I miss working out and taking him on longer walks. It will take more time and rest, but I'm starting to get impatient. My brain needs a challenge and it's floundering right now.